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Friday, 6 June 2008

WHAT IS THIS strange yellow bundle clinging to the wheel-arch of our Bedford?

This Scottish June has brought us yellow all around.. yellow gorse along the roadsides, yellow buttercup-blanketed fields and these little yellow stowaways on our truck.This silken nest of new scuttling spider babies is just one tiny corner of the arachnid population that has taken up residence in our home on wheels. In between fixing down floors and mending fuel tanks, Tui has had to wrestle with his spider terror every time one of these lodgers is disturbed by his screwdriver!For some reason, spiders love our Bedford!

15 comments:

There are a lot of them, aren't there, will they be yellow when they grow up? At least yellow is an easy color to see and avoid for those uneasy with spiders of any hue. Since you know where they are you can always go see them in the evening and get nourished and refreshed! ;).

We several black widows living downstairs here. One large one took to making a door-shaped opening in a metal frame as her lair. I had half a mind to make her a tiny wooden door for it! I love that kind of thing.

Eeep! I don't like spiders much :-(. Horse chestnut spray or conkers are supposed to deter them, though I've never tried it out myself. This website has a spray for sale http://www.pestcontrolshop.co.uk/acatalog/no_more_spiders.html

So here I am, just nestling in after a long day in the sun. My little boys are snug in their bed, and I -- thankful for a few minutes to myself -- turn to your blog for some respite from the stress of the day...

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Spiders. I. Hate. Spiders.

There is usually something so inherently cute in the little offspring of most species. Not so with spiders.

Tonight I was going to blog about some awfully creepy things around the house lately. I'll save it for tomorrow; your spiders have me undone. ;)

Oh man...I'm just doing my normal blog hopping before I go off to bed and I see spiders!! Not good for possible dreams tonight since I practically always take my day to my dreams at night. AND just moments ago I went into the basement to do some laundry and come across my least favorite bug...the huuuuumuuungus centipede!! UGGGHHHH. I shall remind myself never to blog just before bed! (or venture downstairs!) he heHuge hugs!Amy :o)

Hmm... for the most part I don't mind them, which is good because we have a lot in our dusty old house. However, I draw the line at the big black ones with the knobbly knees and eyes on stalks... eeek!

Creepy crawly, but such a lovely color that I'm oddly attracted to them.

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Rima Staines is an artist using paint, wood, word, music, animation, clock-making, puppetry & story to attempt to build a gate through the hedge that grows along the boundary between this world & that. Her gate-building has been a lifelong pursuit, & she hopes to have perhaps propped aside even one spiked loop of bramble (leaving a chink just big enough for a mud-kneeling, trusting eye to glimpse the beauty there beyond), before she goes through herself.

Always stubborn about living the things that make her heart sing, Rima’s houses have a tendency to be wheeled. She currently dwells in an old cottage on top of a hill on the edge of Dartmoor with her beloved, Tom, & their big-hearted, ice-eyed lurcher, Macha.

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